magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

It's not really even all that noteworthy anymore to point out the fact that I got a terrible night of sleep. If I were to sleep well, a nice solid eight hours and wake up feeling refreshed, that would be something worth mentioning.

My day was not particularly noteworthy either. There was a cute, bespectacled girl at the laundromat this evening, but I was feeling all scruffily unpresentable, what with not having shaved in almost a week. Forgetting of course that some girls seem to like that look.

And as midnight approached, I was forced to take stock of the fact that another National Novel Writing Month had come to a close, and once again I found myself coming out the other side novelless. Of the years that I've actually started a novel, this does not mark my least successful attempt (2003 "wins" that honour), but does fall under the title of second fewest words written.